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This story is set in July 2024 in London, England.
Russell Tovey wrote it off as his imagination - he’d been particularly horny since he and Brockman had split. He felt bad for Tom Holland, Ncuti Gatwa, and Dev Patel - his little trio of squires had born the brunt of his unshackled lust.
And yet, once again, Pedro Pascal’s hip bumped against his…and again. Tovey had felt some flirty vibes when the pair had hung out last year’s art show but nothing had come of it and he’d written it off. Pedro was in town to film some scenes for his upcoming “Fantastic Four” movie, leading to some more time spent with one another. The corner of Russell’s mouth tugged into a small curious smirk as he took a slight step back and shifted to the side, ‘accidentally’ bumping into Pascal as he danced. The new position caused him to hit not only Pedro’s hip but part of his backside as well. Sure enough, the other man bumped back. Not wanting to push it, Russell continued dancing, their bodies knocking into each other another innocently-enough.
“Having a good time?” Russell found himself yelling to be heard over the sound of the music.
“Yassss Daddy!” Pedro Pascal grinned ear to ear as he danced, enjoying the beat. At the same time, his body shifted back, resting against Tovey’s…with half of his butt pressed into Russell’s crotch, with no attempt to move away as their bodies continued swaying to the beat.
“Speaking of daddy…” Russell grinned wickedly as he pulled his phone out and held it to the side, snapping a selfie, noting the knowing-grin on Pedro’s face. After a moment, Tovey chuckled as he settled on the perfect person to message with the photo. Sure enough, his device quickly vibrated.
“Hell yeah, two hot daddies!” Tovey turned the screen to Pedro, who let out a good laugh. The other man’s eyes darted up to the top of the screen.
“Taron?”
“Egerton.”
“Ohhhh.” Russell thought there was a note of interest in the sound of Pedro’s voice…but then again, he could be imagining what he wanted to hear. Instead, Tovey tapped another message onto the screen.
[Russell] You should have come to the concert!
[Taron] Sounds fun. But I can think of a better way to work up a sweat with the two of you. >:)
[Russell] One daddy isn’t enough for you?
[Taron] Oh, one is great. Two is wonderful. I’ve been a bad boy lately, might take two daddies to get me to behave again.
“Ha - is he serious?” Russell looked up, blushing a bit as he noticed that Pedro was able to see the phone’s screen…and the messages.
“Taron? Absolutely. Sorry, he can be a bit - “ Russell’s words trailed off as he felt Pedro’s rear moving around - it wasn’t his imagination, his friend was definitely rubbing up against him.
“Sounds fun!”
“Huh?” Russell blinked in surprise.
“I said it sounds fun. Ask him if he’s really sure he can take the two of us at once.” Tovey laughed as he tapped out the message - from years of knowing Egerton, there was no doubt that the lad could easily handle the two of them (and more). As he waited for Taron’s response, Russell wrapped an arm around Pedro’s chest, pulling their bodies closer as they ground against one another, the sounds of the concert washing over them.
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Tovey enjoyed the sound of Pedro groaning as he licked and nibbled on the hunk’s stubbled chin, Russell’s tongue sliding back and forth. Their fingers dug into each other’s arms and torsos as they made out, now Tovey moaning as Pascal’s mouth worked down his neck. Their hard bulging crotches rubbed over one another, frustrated at the agreement to keep their clothes on until Taron arrived. The sound of the door opening and closing caused both men to sigh in relief - Pedro’s sigh turning into a little rumble of appreciation as he watched Taron peel off his own shirt and toss it to the side.
“Alright, let’s get this party started!” The younger hunk eagerly closed the gap, his mouth meeting theirs, hands and lips everywhere as clothes were stripped off and tossed about.
It wasn’t long before Taron was on his knees, his mouth moving back and forth between the two hard cocks, stroking one with his hand while his lips bobbed up and down the other. The two older hunks made out, wet sloppy sounds filling the room from both their kissing and Egerton’s efforts to please them.
Tovey went in for one more kiss before pulling away, sauntering over to a chair and relaxing, legs spread wide and tugging on his thick pole as he watched his two friends go at it. “Rub his ears - he likes that.”
“Hey now, don’t give away all my secre…mmmmmm.” Taron purred as Pedro slowly ran a finger along the outer edge of Taron’s ear, down his stubbled jaw, and then back up. The more he played with Taron’s ears, the faster and harder the lad slurped on his pole. Pascal curled his fingers around the edges of both of Egerton’s ears, lightly gripping them and began thrusting his hips as his fingertips ground in little circles against the back of Taron’s earlobes. The move caused Taron’s lips to tighten around Pedro’s shaft, the younger man making a hungry whining sound as he sucked even harder.
“You’re going to be a good boy for your daddies?”
Taron nodded. “Mmhmmm.”
“Couldn’t hear you.” Pedro winked down at Egerton, glancing over at Russell who was grinning as he stroked himself.
Egerton’s lips released the hard cock. “Uh huh.” He slowly ran his tongue down the shaft, from tip to base. “I can be a really good boy.” He pressed his face against Pascal’s groin, his next words muffled. “Or I can be a really naughty boy for daddy.” Green eyes looked up to Pedro, shining with mischief.
“Oh really? What’s daddy’s bad boy look like?”
Taron rose up and moved over to the bed, climbing onto it and settling on all fours facing the headboard. He looked back over his shoulder as he lowered his shoulders down towards the mattress, sticking his ass up into the air, grinning back at Pedro.
Pascal closed the distance between them, his hand caressing Taron’s rear. “Who’s been a bad boy?”
“I have…” Taron spread his knees farther apart, flexing his glutes and thighs…and spreading his crack, his hole winking at the other man. “I’ve been….mmmmmmm.” Egerton purred as Pedron gave his butt a little spank, egged on by Tovey making a suggestive swatting motion from his seat on the side. The sound encouraged Pedro, who brought his hand down again…and again, making contact a little more firmly with each swat as Taron moaned and wriggled on the bed.
“How bad has daddy’s boy been?”
“Oh…” Taron’s eyes darted over to Tovey, flashing devilishly. Russell managed not to chuckle - he was very familiar with that look, the one that Egerton flashed before diving hard into some roleplay. Taron’s voice became more playful, still carrying a tone of lust. “Daddy 1…” He turned to look over his shoulder at Pedro. “...Daddy 2…” He began rolling his hips, his ass muscles sliding under Pedro’s palm. “I’ve been a nasty girl.” The words came out in a sing-song way as Egergon arched his back even more, his butt rising farther into the air. “Is somebody gonna match my freak?” He flexed his ass muscles…knowing that his hole was winking again and again at the other man. “Need someone with a good technique…” He let the words trail off, his voice turning into a horny moaning tone again as his hands slid out along the mattress. Taron cooed with delight as he felt something hard and heavy smack against the crack of his ass.
“This is what you want?” Pedro gripped the base of his dick, tapping his shaft against Egerton’s rear.
“Yes Daddy - I neeeeeed it.” Taron whined the last three words as he rocked backward. He felt something wet land near his hole…once, and then twice, and then something was pressing against his entrance, trying to break in. He pointed towards the nightstand as he felt the tight knot of flesh give way, surrendering to Pedro’s spit, precum, and determination.
“Oh, no son. Good boys get lube. Bad boys just get spit.” Pedro pursed his lips and spat down where his cock met the end of Taron’s guts, making it just a little easier for another inch to push inside. Taron groaned with delight as more and more of Pedro’s length made its way in, stretching his tunnel. When he finally felt balls pressing against his rear, he ground his hips, feeling his insides burning with pleasure around the hot throbbing shaft, his moans growing louder as Pedro pulled back, almost all the way out, before sinking back in again. When the thrusting began picking up speed and the spanking began again, he turned into a little mess, digging at the sheets and moaning wildly, enjoying the feeling of being taken.
He was snapped out of it for just a moment as he felt fingers take hold of his chin. Opening his eyes, Taron was greeted by the sight of a rather thick cock just an inch or so away from his face - one he knew very very well. Opening his mouth wide, he allowed inch after inch of Tovey’s meat to slide down his throat, loving the sensation of being stuffed from both ends. ‘Daddy raised a good little slut,’ he joked to himself as he brought one hand up, palming Tovey’s torso and caressing it as the two men used him.
It didn’t take long before Tovey was creaming Taron’s mouth - the hot show that the two hot men had put on, the solid stroking he’d been knocking out while watching, the tight grip of Egerton’s throat around his cock. With a loud grunt, he let the first shot splash against Taron’s tongue and then pulled out, landing the remaining volleys across the lad’s lips and cheeks. Feeling satiated, Russell moved over to the head of the bed, reclining against the headboard to enjoy the rest of the show.
He wasn’t disappointed. Pedro began gently spanking Taron again. In between swats, he palmed the muscular rear and pushed the other man forward and down, until the stud was laying flat against the mattress, his perky butt pushing up, inviting more carnal pleasure. Setting his palm on either side of Taron’s torso and resting his knees along those sexy hips, Pedro pushed down, spearing the hungry bottom again…and again…and again.
“Yes daddy, don’t stop!” Taron wiggled against the sheets, grinding his lower half backward to meet Pascal’s thrusts. A tongue came down and licked the juices from his cheek before plunging into Taron’s mouth, feeding him Tovey’s seed. “Oh hell yeah, fuck me, fuuuuck…” Taron moaned as Pedro drilled his guts, reaching back with one hand to clutch at the other man’s hip, encouraging him to go faster and harder. “Oh FUCK, I love that!” He chewed on the sheets as he felt Pedro slam in and hold his hips against Taron’s rear, grinding down.
It soon became too much for Pedro - his body surrendered to the teasing dancing with Tovey, the making out, the fucking, all of it. With a loud moan, his hips quaked as he bred Taron. His balls unloaded shot after shot into the hot tight tunnel which squeezed his shaft, milking the older man for more, until there was nothing left to give.
Working to catch his breath, Pedro rolled them both over onto their sides, his arm wrapping around to take hold of Taron’s rod, pumping it - slowly at first and then faster and faster.
“Daddy Russell said you’ve been a naughty boy - is that true?”
“Uh huh…” Taron’s voice was high and thin, his nuts beginning to boil.
“Tsk tsk, guess we’ll have to find ways to get you to behave.”
“Oh no, you’d prefer him as a naughty boy rather than a good boy.”
Pedro looked up to find Russell smirking, casting a wink at the pair. “Is that true?”
“Unghhh, yes daddy - I’m soooo much better when I’m naughty.” Taron ground his hips back, enjoying the feeling of Pedro still being buried inside. It sent him over the edge, spraying the sheets with cum, his dick throbbing in Pedro’s grasp.
“Mmmm, good boy. Such a good naughty boy. Daddy likes.” Taron whimpered in response. He wasn’t role playing this time - his mind was wracked with hormones and the need to fuck or be fucked.
“C’mere, lad.” Tovey patted his thick thighs. Taron obediently crawled over, straddling the other man’s lap, feeling the hard thick member bump up against his legs and ass, seeking entrance. Turning slightly, Egerton watched as Pedro took in the sight, those beautiful brown eyes entranced as Taron’s hips dipped downward, coming to rest on the top of Russell’s girthy third-leg…and then slowly sank further, Taron’s legs shaking a little as his hole stretched to accommodate the thick piece, amused by the way Pedro’s eyes grew wider at the sight. Taron and the other guys sometimes jokingly called Russell “Big Daddy Soda Can”. The older hunk wasn’t quite that thick, but came within a couple inches of being able to properly claim the title. Taron pretended to struggle, as if he hadn’t ridden Tovey a hundred times over the years, taking a little bit more of his man-meat before backing up and working his way down again. Bottoming out, Taron gripped the broad chest with both hands and began using the muscles of his legs to ride up and down, bouncing with glee. His manhood began filling out again and soon was flopping about, slapping against Russell’s stomach and his own.
“Give it to me daddy…” Taron moaned, the words husky and full of heavy breath.
“Give it to you? You’re taking it…mmmm.” Russell’s hands squeezed Taron’s rear.
“No, not that…” Taron moved his hips in a circle. “It…” He put a heavier emphasis on the words as he squeezed his ass muscles hard, gripping tighter around the hefty shaft.
“Ah, my boy wants more milk?”
“Does a body good, I hear.”
“We’ll see about that.” Tovey tugged Taron down, pinning their bodies together. One large hand came down against Egerton’s lower back, pinning him in place as Tovey began hammering upward, pounding from below. Pedro’s eyes grew even wider, watching the thick pole slide in and out, his jaw dropping at the idea of how much it had to be rearranging the younger man’s insides. As if the hard fucking wasn’t enough, Russell used his spare hand to swat Taron’s rump repeatedly, spanking him and calling him names like ‘dirty horny boy’, a ‘good naughty boy’, ‘daddy’s little whore’… Pedro found himself growing hard again, slowly stroking as he enjoyed the show.
“Please daddy, give IT to me, I neeeeeeed it.” Taron bit his lower lip, batting his eyes and trying to press Tovey’s buttons.
“Oh, I’m gonna give it to you lad. Just…a…mmmmmm…” Those sexy eyebrows knitted together as Russell hammered some more before suddenly stopping, his thighs jerking as he bred his boy.
“Yes, yes, YESSSSSS!!!” As he felt Tovey’s orgasm subside, Taron reached between their bodies and took hold of his own cock, pushing up and leaning back, putting himself on display as he flogged his meat. “Mmmmm, mmmmm…” He moaned as he felt himself getting closer. “Yes, yes, thank you daddy, yesssssss!!!!” His eyes squinted shut as his cock erupted, spraying a load all over Tovey’s stomach. Taron’s nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling with heavy breath as his body chased a hormonal wave of pleasure.
“Our guest needs attention.”
“Oh.” Taron’s eyes opened up at Tovey’s suggestion, looking over to see Pedro’s rigid member, slick with precum, Pascal’s fingers slowly stroking up and down its length. With a groan and slight wince, he eased up off of the large dick and crawled over, quickly taking Pedro down his throat, his lips bobbing up and down. Having just taken one load, he was eager for another.
Fingers curled into Taron’s hair, closing to make a grip and then push up and down, forcibly guiding his oral efforts.
“He likes it that way.” The low growling voice was familiar - Tovey had flipped into dom-daddy mode and was trying to bring Pedro over as well.
“Oh yeah?” Pascal grinned, watching as Tovey shoved Taron’s head up and down.
“Mmhmm. Spare the rod, spoil the child - that sorta thing. And this boy loves the rod.”
Tovey’s hand moved away as Pedro brought both hands down against Taron’s scalp, gently clutching at the light brown hair, trying out Russell’s move. Taron moaned loudly, encouraging the other man to be bold. Biting his lower lip, Pedro tightened his grip, working his hips as he pushed and pulled on Taron’s scalp. Soon, Egerton wasn’t really blowing the cock as much as he was being face-fucked, his hands sliding up and down Pedro’s thighs, lips vibrating as he moaned hungrily. This round went longer - Pedro had already gotten off and wasn’t in a hurry. By the time his nuts fired their seed, Taron felt as if his voice might be a little hoarse the next day from all the pummeling that his throat was taking…not that he was complaining at all. As he felt the creamy nectar rush into his mouth, he slurped eagerly, chasing every drop.
When there were no more juices to glean from the other man’s rod, Taron finally released it, licking his lips. He planted a kiss at Pascal’s hip and then another one near his navel. He continued, his mouth making soft quick contact along the hunk’s stomach and chest, cooing as he felt strong arms wrap around his lower back, holding him close as their mouths met for a kiss. They kept kissing as Pedro slowly inched them over towards the headboard, settling against the pillows. Egerton felt a muscular body press against his backside and turned his face to kiss Tovey for a little while before turning back to Pedro. The last thing he remembered was soft gentle kisses before slumber finally claimed him for the evening.
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“Mmm, he’s good.”
“Yeah he is - he’s had lots of practice.” Tovey reached down and ruffled Taron’s hair as the stud’s face bobbed up and down Pedro’s pole. “Lots and lots of practice, eh lad?” Egerton responded with a wink, since his mouth was busy at the moment. The two older hunks were relaxing on the bed, reclined against the headboard with their legs spread - Taron was laying face down between them, going back and forth to service their cocks for a while, enjoying a little “breakfast in bed” as he and Tovey called it. As he pulled off and turned to his right, intending to switch over to Russell, he found a hand holding his head in place as Tovey gripped his girthy member and tapped it against Taron’s face. “You ready to go for a ride?”
“Mmmmhmmmm.” Taron moaned approvingly as he tried to stick his tongue out and catch Tovey’s dick.
Another hand rested on top of his head and pulled him back to his left, with another man-sausage smacking against his cheek. “Which daddy do you want to ride first?”
“Oh man, it’s hard to choose.” Taron looked back and forth between the two, grinning like a kid in a candy shop.
“Who says you have to?” Pedro and Taron both turned to look at Tovey, wearing similar looks of curiosity. “You don’t *have* to choose - you could do both at once.” Russell winked at Taron as Pedro’s eyes went up in lustful surprise at the idea.
“Now, you know that’s more Tom’s thing…” Taron’s horny grin turned into an amused smirk.
“Tom…?”
“Holland.” Taron and Tovey answered at the same time. “Spider-boy.” Taron winked.
“Spider-MAN…” Russell tilted his head, putting an emphasis on the last word, cutting off the teasing banter that Taron usually used when Tom was around. It was a friendly brotherly rivalry, but this wasn’t the time or place for it. Besides, it was a distraction from his goal of sliding into Egergon’s tight ass. “He’s not here…and it’s not like you haven’t done it before.” He raised one eyebrow, taunting Taron a little.
“Damn, I might have to move to England. Sounds like you guys have a lot of fun here.”
“A bit, here and there.” Taron turned to face Tovey. “I’m not that easy to manipulate - DAD.” He kept his eyes on Russell, wearing a teasing expression on his face as he moved to straddle their guest. “Besides, Daddy Pedro is nicer to me.” Reaching down, he spat in his hand and stroked the hard cock, getting it slick before pressing it against his hole, slowly sliding down, both he and Pedro moaning with pleasure.
“Daddy Pedro’s going to be realllllly nice to you,” Pascal’s voice rumbled as he reached around and squeezed Taron’s ass, feeling it flex as the younger stud rode up and down. Tovey stood up on the bed, allowing Egerton access to his dick which was quickly inhaled, the Kingsman actor relishing being stuffed from both ends. Russell withdrew his manhood from the seal of Taron’s lips, taking hold of himself by the root and smacking his meat along the other man’s face again. Egerton played along, putting on a show for Pedro as Tovey growled at him to slurp on that cock, to get it nice and wet. He obeyed, slobbering on the thick knob and shaft, some drool running down his chin to land on Pedro’s chest.
“That’s good enough.” Tovey pulled out of Taron’s mouth again and knelt down, sliding his finger into the tight hole, alongside Pedro’s fuck-stick. “Mmmm…maybe not,” he chuckled. Leaning over, he grabbed the bottle of lube and greased up his pole, watching as Taron took a deep breath, bracing himself in anticipation. Settling down behind the younger man, Russell wrapped an arm around Taron’s chest, both as an embrace and to pin him in place as he pushed the head of his fat tool until Egerton’s entrance gave way and allowed him inside. His shaft slid along Pedro’s, causing two loud groans to fill the room - Taron’s a mix of pleasure and pain as his guts were stretched to the limit and Pedro’s at this new exquisite sensation. The two men worked their hips - sometimes in unison to go in and out together, sometimes pistoning back and forth in opposite directions. Taron’s eyes rolled back in his head as he pawed at Pedro’s chest, his rock-hard hose drooling non-stop and making a sticky puddle on Pascal’s groin.
“Oh god, I’m getting close…” Pedro moaned as he felt his cock throbbing hard inside Taron, threatening to explode at any second.
“We can’t have that, not just yet.” Russell slowed the pace of his thrusts, causing Taron to groan at the torture he knew Tovey was about to dish out. Russell and Pedro’s movements were incredibly slow as they backed Pascal away from the threat of getting off. When Pedro’s breathing seemed to have come back to normal, they gradually increased the pace until they were tearing up his insides again. At Tovey’s lead, they worked up and edged back a few times, until Taron was a sweaty moaning mess straddled between the two of them. Egerton had already cum once, his cock pumping out cum slowly - he normally got some distance on his shots but the prolonged stuffing was taking its toll.
“You…getting…close?” Pedro panted, his chest heaving as he fought back the urge to blow a load.
“I’m good. I can cum whenever.” Tovey’s main struggled was keeping a grip on Taron’s body to keep them both upright, as all three men were drenched in sweat from their morning exertion.
“He…mmmmmmm.” Taron squeezed his eyes closed as both men slammed inside at the same time. “Fuuuuuuck. He can…he has really good control. He can basically cum on command…or not cum…until he wants to.”
“Sounds fun.”
“Mmmmm.” The corner of Taron’s mouth stretched in a crooked smile. “Usually. Unless the wanker is in the mood to stretch it out and edge for a really long time. Leave you limping for a couple of days.”
A wet smacking sound caused Taron to laugh as Tovey swatted his ass. “That’s Big Daddy Wanker to you, lad.”
“Well, let’s get him off again - he’s earned it, and then finish so he can rest.” Pedro patted Taron’s thigh approvingly.
“See - Daddy Pedro is nicerrrrrrrohhhhhhhhhhh.” Taron’s head rolled back as Tovey picked up the pace again, pounding his way in and out. Pedro followed suit, causing Egerton’s loud moans to fill the room, sounds which began to change into hungry whines as his body was wracked with delight and torment, his hole pushed to the limit. With a loud cry, his dick began spurting another load, watery juices pooling on Pedro’s stomach. Pascal didn’t last much longer, blowing another load into Taron. He stayed inside, enjoying the feeling of Russell rubbing along his dick, until his own manhood softened and slipped out of the young stud.
Egerton picked up Pedro’s hand and licked his palm, wrapping his lips around two fingers and sucking on them. “Want to see Daddy Tovey pound my hole?”
“He hasn’t already?”
“Mmmmm…no, *really* pound it.” Taron murmured as he licked up and down the sweaty digits.
“Oh fuck…”
“That’s a yes.” Tovey grinned wickedly as he pulled Taron’s hips back and pushed his shoulders down. He began long-dicking his friend, watching as Taron rubbed his face against Pedro’s chest, moaning and panting, begging for more. “Let me know when you want me to breed his slutty little hole.”
Pedro groaned as he watched Taron go between sucking on Pascal’s fingers and pressing his face against the hunk’s chest as he mewed in delight at his hole being rammed. “Not yet…” He felt the minutes slide by. “Not yettt…..” Taron began begging a little, trying to coax him into giving the signal. When Egerton’s voice had hit a whining pitch from the intense fucking, Pedro finally said the word. “Now,” he rumbled, as his palm slid down Taron’s sweat-covered back, caressing the stud. Tovey’s eyebrows crunched inward as he drilled even harder, power-fucking Egerton as he willed his balls to let go.
“Ahh fuuUUUUCCCKKK!” He roared as he pulled back, tugging his cock out of Taron’s hole and slamming his hips forward so that his meat stick was wedged firmly in the crack of his friend’s muscular ass. Taron moaned as he felt the thick rod throb with each release, shots of cum landing on his back. Pascal was still stroking Taron’s spine, feeling the hot seed splash against the back of his hand, his petting motion smearing the sticky cream all over the toned muscles of Taron’s backside.
“Damn, that was hot…” Pedro’s words were cut off as Taron’s lips found his, the younger man finding the kiss to be an outlet for the rising lust burning through his body.
“What’s this?” Egerton grinned as his hand slid down, his fingers wrapping around Pascal’s hard rod.
The older man grinned and shrugged. “Someone put on a hot show.”
“Mmmm, glad you liked it.” Taron chuckled as he pulled their bodies, turning both of them over so that he was on his back and Pedro was above him. Egerton purred as he wrapped his legs around the other man’s waist and angled his own hips, using his ankles to pull Pedro in closer, his cock sliding into Taron’s hole.
Pedro groaned as he felt the now-familiar tunnel wrapping around his shaft, muscles working to squeeze it. “You’re not sore after that?” He nodded over towards Tovey’s crotch.
“Naw, mate. I’m used to taking that.”
“And more.” Russell laughed as Taron made a rude hand gesture, causing all three of them to chuckle. The mirthful sound faded into those of lust as Pedro began rocking his hips, thrusting in and out of Egerton’s rear.
“He’s not the only one who can go for a long time.” Taron moaned as he enjoyed the feeling of Pedro filling his guts with man-meat.
“That so?”
“MmmhmMMM ohhhhh, fuck yes…” The moan turned into a husky sigh, Egerton’s toes curling with delight as Pascal found his prostate and began teasing it with the tip of his dick. He turned his attention to Tovey. “You know, I think Tom might be in town - we *could* call him up, see if he wants to come over.”
“That could be fun.”
“What do you think?” Taron turned his attention back to Pedro. “Two boys for two daddies?”
“I might like that idea.”
“Yeah?” Egerton took hold of Pedro’s wrist and pulled his hand closer, wrapping his lips around two digits and sucking on them.
“Is he as big a slut as you are?”
“Oh - hell yeah. Who do you think helped train his little whore ass?” Egerton’s eyes lit up with mischief as he licked Pedro’s palm before sucking on his thumb…and at the same time, grinding his hips upward.
“You don’t mind sharing?”
Taron dug his heels into Pascal’s ass, pulling him down…and causing his dick to drive farther inside as the younger man bucked his hips upward. “Not at all. He’s like a brother to me - we share a lot. Don’t we daddy?” He turned to wink at Tovey.
“Sounds good then.” Pedro moaned as Taron sucked harder on his fingers while thrusting up from below, fucking himself on Pascal’s dick.
The pair continued pleasuring one another as Tovey reached for his phone, tapping on the screen.
“Hey lad, are you in town? Nice - free today, or busy with plans?”
“Ohhh fuck yes, fuck me daddy!”
“Ha! Yeah, your ‘brother’ wanted to see if you were up for some fun. We’re entertaining a guest and his hole could probably use a break.” Tovey chuckled as he continued. “Yep, both holes have been working hard.”
“Fuck you Tom! Ohhhhhhh, yeah, right there.”
“Hehe - good point, he’s probably too spent to carry out that threat. Probably a good time for you to wrangle on top of him, pin him down and…twenty? See you then.”
It was more like fifteen minutes later when the door to Tovey’s place opened and closed. The newcomer had already shed his clothes between the front door and the bedroom, except for a pair of skimpy briefs, a bulge tenting the cotton material. “Heard you need some help, mate?”
Taron didn’t respond other than a nod and a thumbs up - he was too busy sucking on Pedro’s fingers, moaning like crazy, his legs up in the air. Pascal gripped the stud’s ankles with both hands, spreading his feet farther apart as he drilled into Taron’s hole. Tom stretched across Tovey’s body, cuddling with his long-time mentor, enjoying the thick fingers stroking his spine as they watched Egerton get used, moaning with joy the entire time.
~ THE END ~
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